"Helen Melendy... why must you be so cruel!"
His eyes, a fiery red, were filled with pain and restraint he desperately tried to suppress. His grip on the steering wheel was so tight it seemed like he could lose control at any moment.
Unwittingly, tears had begun to well up at the corners of his eyes.
Did she really hate him so much that she couldn't wait to sever all ties with him?
Three years ago, she left him for the ten million his mother offered. He didn't hold it against her and quietly waited for her return.
Three years later, she spoke maliciously to him time and time again, and even after he grew angry, he still couldn't stop thinking about her.
He asked himself if he had treated her as he always had, with the same tender care he had shown during their time dating, always careful not to let her suffer the slightest grievance.
Ever since he was young, he had always been accustomed to restraining his emotions, but when facing her, he would gradually let them show.
